And
I like the way he looks at me
It
gives me a silly grin deep within
And
with much effort I tuck it away
I
admire the cheerfulness and seriousness
The
availability to extend when I seem lost
And
the wittiness right through his lips
Boy,
I like you too and the sight of you.
What
a shame - I don’t kiss and tell
To
keep too many damn wrong frogs away
And
though my heart is quite reserve
He
makes me feel good anyway!
~ Dizzy ~
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